Chapter 6 Venator - The Sentence

• Mr. Hausmann's efforts were in vain. Seems those behind the human trafficking ring in the circus had more leverage; maybe with ties to the government; how else would they get an audience with a foreign monarch; I guess. However after my trial; I wasn't taken away by police instead, it were strange men in black suits. Their semi-robotic mannorisms raised my suspicions that not only was my trial rigged but I was bought for someone else's endgame. Reluctantly, I was escorted to a windowless van outside the courtroom. There I went, back into uncertainty.
• It's dark here and no life can be found, this is a place where happiness and hope comes to die. Here, there is no identity, no purpose; just what you are given and I have been given the place of the sacrificial lamb. How did I get here? How did it all happen? Does it really matter now? I am powerless and weak now, they have taken my energy, my passion and my faith; there is nothing left.
• Cold and derelict is my confinement; everything around me seems to be thousands of years old and yet it still manages to hold me while keeping everything out. What year is it? Is it day or night? Why am I being held here? I wonder as I sit on the cold concrete floor as muffled sounds start to run through the heavy air. They sounded like heavy machinery mixed with laughter...what could it be?! Is it something not of this world?!